my past self
stripped me away
in all of my pain
he traded
my sorrow
at midnight
for a year of
nothing
a year
without feeling
he had good
intentions
but living
so numbly
and for so long...
i've become
a monster
filled to the top
of my head
of wild hair
with crashing
waves of desperation
to feel
to taste
to hear
something
anything.
koda
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Midnight Fruits
PoetryA Collection of Poems on Love, Longing, & Loss written on my journey through pain, nostalgia and love. "but all times my thoughts are filled with stories of other kodas."
